Only those with truth and guts to see and face their fear will ever escape; only they will know where and when the corridor ends.
The corridor exists - is a metaphor - is a prison - but a prison of the mind. To escape the corridor is to face up to the greatest challenge, the one true fear.
For Christine, a French inmate, it is to be responsible for and to accept the inevitable decay of her body; or to blindly follow her passion for love, life and lust. For the T.V. man ‘the watcher’ it is to be watched...but the T.V. man may only leave the corridor for dark reasons and in dark ways. For Grant, the Catholic American, it is to understand the process of loss of faith; Alexa, his companion; to sin. For the Englishman it is to be strong enough to conquer his obsessive nature.
The boys of the second floor - the prison-guards of the corridor - first become what they most fear - girls - and then their flesh gives way to the feathers and wings of cackling gulls.
It is the corridor of the mind, of all the inmates’ minds, where ideals and cultures clash. It is in the Complex where doctors are the New Priests and where bodies transform or decay; it is an unstable place.